Busy days are the worst. I'll admit that it's nice to have things to do, but not when they're unahppy things. In the event that you didn't know, I spent a good portion of my birthday at work.

There I was, at Backstage, talking flirtatiously with Leslie, the oh-so-cute barista who bought my coffee that day (birthday, woo) and who also had a lot of customers that day. Right when it gets to downtime, my phone started to ring crazy with after-hours calls. I packed up and pedaled down the block to 910. I left my bike in the lobby, then grabbed the elevator to the 7th floor, into the bathroom for a leak. I stepped out of the bathroom, and the second my foot hit the floor, everything powered down. Everything. Alarms went off around the building. It was horrid. Logan and David both showed up about the same time, even Greg stopped by. No one could get in the front door of 910, since the power was out to the card reader.

Long story short, I spent about four to five hours at work, on my birthday - but spent the first couple hours hanging out with Leslie.

Shaunners, Lea, Ben, and myself then went to the vi (yes, they call the Village Inn on Colorado/I25 'vi,' which I think is awesome) and then to Target, and then to home. I went to bed early and thought about the rest of my life.